Where did my mind go

I find my home 

Drop my bags 

What do I even come home to¿ 

Just to get dragged 

 

I tell myself all of this makes me happy 

The singing, the booze, the drugs, 

I basiely achieved everything in life 

Right? 

 

There is no one I can tell my life about 

Besides Mr.Knight, but he doesn’t count 

No freinds, no family, no spouse, no pet 

Shit I’m doing it again, where’s my medecine¿  

 

I call this my true…

What’s the word again? 

I forgot 

Haha 

 

HAhAhaA 

It’s always been a j0k3 

THīß ReaLItÿ 

The illusion of free wwiill 

 

Maybęee Mr. Knight was R1ght

EVERYthing is set in stone lies 

peoPlE are deestined two pagthwyas 

HJAHAHAAH

 

maybe I was always suppose to be end up like this 

Dead on the Kitchen Floor